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Me? Neither.

Me? Neither.

Disorientation, a cause for concern, a manifestation – imaging way too much.
These, hap-hazard, half...

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is doing the right thing really
doing the right thing
maybe a illusion
just a delusion...

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Our Skies Are Red With Blood

Our Skies Are Red With Blood


Never had I witnessed with my own eyes
real live war until now
a forty-inch flat...

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no more jupiters

no more jupiters


no more jupiters. fresh out of those things that go bump in the night
because they all work...

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Daffodil Cupcakes For Algernon

Daffodil Cupcakes For Algernon

sold on the gray market… for a nickel without shame
sewer pipes thud and groan in a moonless irony...

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TheJourney

Shadows

TheJourney

Take notice to how you move
The clothes & shoes you choose
What part of this is you...

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Because My Mother Loves Me

Because My Mother Loves Me

Because my Mother loves me
She made me as a tree

And when they broke my branches

My...

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against type

against type

Jupiter on my doorstep
Fumbling moons into a basket I left on the stoop
With a cinderblock...

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Unbounded

Unbounded


As I sail upon my very own vessel
on this, the vicious tempestuous
boundless ocean...

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I'm Not Invisible(4-4...

I know you see me
I know you do
but inside your bubble
you think as you like to...

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flooding a paper mask

flooding a paper mask


flooding a paper mask
with an anonymous face
is how you do it
foraging for...

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Armenian Girl

Armenian Girl

I’ve had these conversations without communicating a word to you.
You can’t win a game of chess...

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new toys with bad brains...

new toys with bad brains are the new music


new toys with bad brains are the new music
driving nails into you bloodstream
like...

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entombed in the estuaries...

entombed in the estuaries of a long forgotten sleep

entombed in the estuaries of a long forgotten sleep
slipping into the vagaries of love and it’s...

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Child’s advocate

I’m either motionless or emotionless but the dark is where I roam. A complex mind with withered thoughts is...

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terrible suns have terrible...

terrible suns have terrible moons

on the verge where the everlasting digs it’s grave with a tiny spoon
and the grim wings of a...